#mom poems on Hello Poetry

Mr and Mrs Andrews Jun 2023

LA CA,Baja, New York,Greece:
It might be easy thinking
by the ****** for hire
brain dead childless type,
the covert narcissistic enemies
working the various
Invasive medical fields that
eagerly plot the demise
of a precious heroic human being
Amazing intelligent talented
surviving witness Mom.

Such stupid enemies
Don't you know the fact
that no one can **** an idea much less what an exemplary
Mother
stands for; Loving
Raising saving protecting
her legitimate offspring
full custody awarded children
Against deadly jealous medea
habitual drug users sterile
thieving **** of Earth!
~~
Unless evildoers succeed breaking
a righteous human being spirit first.
~~
B.B.A's spirit soul Mom is safe
UNBREAKABLE..
Guided guarded by
Living among the very best
of bestest from ancient times.
~~~~
By: Mr and Mrs Andrews
With Karijinbba.

https://youtu.be/8TODih3yqng

#honor #mom #exemplary #heroic #unbreakable #spirit #soul

Kat Schaefer Jun 2023

Sandwiches

It was your birthday
I brought you lunch
And I didn’t mind playing the role of
The good daughter
As long as you pretended to forget
We ate under a veil of normalcy
Only commenting on the crispness
Of the deli’s pickles
I surrendered my pain
For your turkey club sandwich
You surrendered yours
So that I could watch you eat

#mom #grief #loss

Psychosa May 2023

Heart Rot.

The tree does not rot because of its essence
But because the skies
Have deprived her of their waters.
So forever shall her roots thirst;
Forever shall they reach
For something
That only the skies could give.

#mom #dad

Amanda Kay Burke May 2023

The Universe Took You Away

Don't understand why universe took you away
Bits of you seen in all surroundings in some sort of way
Anyone observing wouldn't notice something wrong
Crumbling under a surface that is strong
I attempt to hold head up high
Shrugging off wounding emotion
Repeating routine robotically
Earth's rotation slow-motion
I send deepest regrets with the wind to be lifted into the sky
Whispering words never said before
Worst of all:
"Goodbye"
Accepting absence as permanent obstruction
Leaves me teetering on edge of destruction
There are moments I wish ground would open up and swallow me whole
Touching not one drop of water yet I'm drowning in the depths of my soul
You always did best to protect me throughout the years
In return I have let you down
Victim of my greatest fears
It might not have been my responsibility to keep you safe and sound
I could have poured out some of those shots you would pound
It was my duty keeping your secrets locked up out of sight
Over and over again I told you no so you responded with a fight
Rather than be at odds I would give in to your spiteful remarks
You ultimately would win and I would fetch your bottle of Monarch
Now I'm haunted by those countless simple mistakes
Forced to bear weight of the fact I didn't have courage it takes
I want to rewind life so I could get another chance to show
That you mean much more to me than I dared to let you know
I'd rather be who's held in the reaper's embrace
Than stuck here tears running down my face

It's my birthday and I'm so not feeling it... How can I celebrate without the one person who made it so special every year?

#universe #took #away #death #mom #grief #held #reapers #embrace

Randy Johnson Mar 2023

Rest In Peace, Mom - Part VI

It was a day that I was bound to dread.
I woke up in the hospital and found you dead.
I told the nurse that I thought you had died and she examined you.
She found no pulse and she confirmed what I believed to be true.
Your death occurred ten years ago today.
After living for 64 years, you passed away.
I woke up my brother and told him that you died.
When I went home, I licked my wounds and cried.
I had to accept the fact that your life had come to an end.
You weren't just my mother, you were also my closest friend.
I loved you and people know how important you were to me.
You have been gone from my life for one tenth of a century.
You died even though I begged God to save you when I prayed.
Rest in Peace, Mom, today you've been dead for an entire decade.

DEDICATED TO AGNES JOHNSON (1948-2013) WHO PASSED AWAY TEN YEARS AGO TODAY ON MARCH 6, 2013.

#anniversary #decade #mom

halfmoonprxnce Feb 2023

Bonding

I just wanted to bond

with you

But I guess you’re just not fond

of the things

I like

I am elated when

I hear you laugh

At the comedy shows

I love

I don’t know what the feeling is

Inside of me

But it allows me to escape

My ill mind

For just thirty minutes

Each episode

I love to hear you crack up

And see you laugh

till your stomach hurts

At the character’s silly jokes

and mannerisms

It makes me happy

To bond this way

My interests are validated

And I don’t feel alone

I guess today

You didn’t want to

Maybe I’m forcing

You to

And you’re just pretending

To enjoy it

To make me happy.

#mom #laugh #laughter #tv

zee Jan 2023

mother.

she holds my hand in her palm
cradling it gently
as she cleans
the wounds she reopened
again
on my calloused paper skin.
The giver birth
and
the harbinger of my death,
embraces me in crocodile tears.
"Who is she?" I am asked
and in a cracked voice bandaged with promises,
I answer;
"she is my mother."

Been doing some reflection and here's something on motherly wounds.

#mother #love #motherly #wounds #mom #heal #sad #family #motherdaughter #hurt

Randy Johnson Dec 2022

Merry Christmas, Mom - Part X

It has been an entire decade since we last spent Christmas together.
Less than three months later, you died and you were gone forever.
The last Christmas that we spent together is something I hold dear.
Time certainly does fly, it does not seem like it has been ten years.
After spending many Christmases together, your life came to an end.
After you died, it took nearly two years for my broken heart to mend.
You once cooked Christmas dinners and we opened gifts that were under the trees.
The memories of the years that we spent together are very important to me.
When you were only 64, you had an abdominal aneurysm and I lost my best friend.
Merry Christmas, Mom, it's sad that we can never spend Christmas together again.

DEDICATED TO AGNES MARIE JOHNSON (1948-2013) WHO PASSED AWAY ON MARCH 6, 2013.

#christmas #decade #mom